Pictures of Matchstick Men

Oh, Ah, Oh, Ah

When I look up to the sky

I see your eyes in a funny kind of yellow

I rush to bed I soak my head

I see your face underneath my pillow

I wake next morning tossed and yawning

I see your face come peeping through my window

Oh no

Oh, Ah, Oh, Ah

Pictures of matchstick men and you

Images of matchstick men and you

All I ever see is them and... you

Oh, Ah, Oh, Ah

Windows echo your reflection

When I look in their direction

Gone

Yeah they're gone

When will this haunting stop

Your face just won't leave me alone

Oh no

Pictures of matchstick men and you

Images of matchstick men and you

All I ever see is them and you

Oh you're in the sky

You're with this guy

You make men cry, you lie

Pictures of matchstick men

Pictures of matchstick men

Pictures of matchstick men

Pictures of matchstick men

Pictures of matchstick men

Pictures of matchstick men

I can see those matchstick men

I can see those matchstick men

I can see those matchstick men

I can see those matchstick men

I can see those matchstick men

I can see those matchstick men